They smashed their way in through the double-paned French window in the kitchen. They were looking for cash and gold, cheap items they would resell, no traces. They figured there’d be some in the drawers – a house full of drawers! – the average person’s hiding place!

So they pulled them out, went through them, found little or nothing, and then hurled them hard on the ceramic floor tiles downstairs, on the wood flooring upstairs. TVs, computers: they left untouched. A few expensive watches: they tossed on the floor, the glass case all broken. There were old wallets with no money in some of the drawers, those too they flung angrily down on the floor.

“What’s the point of keeping all this old shit?” they must have mumbled, “Who would? Not us. Why do they?”